December 5, 2012

Although I'm sick now, I can't stop thinking about how many images flash in my mind. I need to rest, but I won't, I know. Tonight I dreamt a lot, and when I felt the ache growing, I started to daydreaming.
I saw these beautiful creatures dancing all around me, and suddenly I felt a deep chill in my bones.
One of them set on my rib and I became ghost-white. She was the death and she was slowly taking my soul. At last, she flown away: I was not dead, I was chose by her to bear her mark.

This morning I silently woke up and made a portrait of her.
Soon she will come back, and I will be ready to show.